Chapter 1
I woke with a start, the echo of his voice still ringing in my ears, a shiver running down my spine. My breath came fast, and my body responded before I could process it. A haze of desire lingered in my mind, clouding my thoughts. I glanced beside me, where Colane, my husband, lay asleep, our baby curled protectively in his arms. The sight should have calmed me, but instead, a sharp pang of guilt gnawed at me.
The dream had been so vivid, so real. I could still taste the heat of Axel's kiss, the way it had deepened, the way his touch had ignited something in me that I hadn’t felt in so long. It had started so innocently—a coffee date, a casual catch-up. But somewhere in between the soft conversation and the quiet laughter, things had shifted. His hand had brushed mine, then his lips had found my neck, and in an instant, the air between us had thickened with something I couldn’t resist.
I rubbed my eyes, trying to shake off the lingering feeling, but it was like trying to outrun a storm. The memory of his touch was seared into my skin, and I could feel it—the electric current running beneath my fingertips, my body still trembling from the intensity. I closed my eyes and tried to quiet my racing heart, but thoughts of him lingered, flooding my senses with a hunger I couldn’t deny.
Why was I still thinking about him? The question gnawed at me as I swung my legs off the bed and stood. The house was still, except for the faint rustle of night outside, the quiet hum of the world continuing on, oblivious to the turmoil inside me.
The bathroom felt like a world away, and as I walked across the floor, my mind replayed the dream, the way it had escalated so quickly, so seamlessly. Axel’s words—his touch—had left an imprint, one I couldn’t shake. I felt it in the hollow of my stomach, the tightness in my chest. My body responded involuntarily as I stepped into the bathroom, the soft light from the window casting shadows on the walls.
I paused in front of the mirror, my hands trembling slightly as I touched my face. Sweat clung to my skin, and a heat I couldn’t explain began to stir within me. I exhaled sharply, trying to collect myself, but all I could think of was him. Axel’s hands, his voice, the way he made me feel like I was the only person in the world. It was intoxicating. It was dangerous.
This shouldn’t be happening. I tried to remind myself, but the pull was too strong, too immediate. I squeezed my eyes shut, my heart pounding as memories of the dream surged forward. The way he’d touched me, how easily he’d read me, how he’d made me feel like I belonged in his arms, in his world. I couldn’t remember the last time I felt that way—desired, wanted, cherished in that way. And yet, here I was, thinking of him, wanting him.
I opened my eyes, staring at my reflection as the conflicting emotions swirled inside me—guilt, longing, frustration. I felt too much, all at once, and yet, it wasn’t enough. I needed to stop this. But every thought, every memory of him, only made the ache inside grow.
I clenched my fists, steadying myself against the counter. The longer I stood there, the more real the feeling became—the desire, the pull toward something I knew I couldn’t have. The dream had only been a momentary escape, but it had cracked something open, something I wasn’t sure I was ready to face.
And in the quiet of the night, with only the sound of my own breath in the stillness, I knew I couldn’t let go of the dream, not yet. Not until I understood why he still had this power over me. And it was as sudden as being plunged by ice cold water that I was drowning in that dream. Axel pulled me to him. My hands found themselves in my wet core without my knowledge. My brain was in my dream and my body in the reality.
I shivered as I felt his breath in my ear, commanding me to open my legs. I was in my office outfit, a beige pencil skirt, and a white top. He pushed my skirt up and tore away my thong. "So wet baby, still so wet for me. After all these years, you still get so wet!" All I could do was moan in response. His hand had covered my mouth. We were trapped in the back of his car. The seat was reclined to form a makeshift bed. His one hand was on my mouth and the other was torturously close to my wet core.
He kept his hand on my mouth and tore my shirt and lace bra with the other. I was bare in front of him. Like a deer in front of a lion. I felt exposed but excited. Cool breeze from the air conditioner made my skin crawl with goosebumps and my nipples erect. He smirked with satisfaction and then trailed his mouth from my ear to my neck to my boobs. He sucked them one at a time. Finally removing his hand from my mouth and commanding me to moan his name out loud. "Scream my name babygirl so loud that the cars next to ours know who you belong to." And I did. Each touch, each kiss making me crazy. He was teasing me and he knew what aroused me. He knew my body so well as if I was a book he had never kept down.
Once he was done with my boobs he shifted to my stomach. The C-section scar of surgery still visible. He kissed it sending shivers of pleasure down my core. "So beautiful. If you hadn't married under pressure this scar would have belonged to my daughter. But now, I can impregnate you with my child. And by the time I am done with you, you will definitely be pregnant again." The promise made me cum. It was so forbidden yet so sexy that I came undone. He chuckled at how easy it was for me to cum at his words. He moved tortuously slow to my core. Spread open the lips of my pussy and he said, "So beautiful babygirl. You are glistening. And I will make sure to make you wetter." With that promise he dived and I felt his mouth on my clit. He slowly moved his tongue up and down my clit and then he rammed his finger in my core. It was too much. I shouted his name in pleasure and he held me down. "Calm down babygirl, this is just the beginning."
His words sending me into a spiral of my orgasm. "Naughty girl, did I say you could cum yet?" He growled with his mouth inches away from my core. A strangled no let my lips. "Now I will have to punish you." He said. "P..pl . please " was all I could say. So lost was I in the pleasure he was giving me. His fingers were still inside me. He removed them and replaced them with his tongue. Between each tongue fuck he growled"if.. you...cum... again... without.... permission... I..will.. fuck ... you...till... you.... can't...walk" with that he began his punishment. I tried to control my orgasm but as it built up, he stopped. I whimpered a "why" and before receiving a response, he had shoved his fingers in me again.
"Cum for me baby" and I did. This was what had woken me up and this was what had me cumming again. The buzz of the orgasm rang in my ear. I struggled to stand. The cool platform providing little support. My hands shook as I washed the shameful cum off them. The excitement of the dream came crashing down when my brain registered the reality. The excitement was now replaced by guilt. I felt warm tears flowing down my face without realising.
I couldn't risk my life that I had struggled to build for some dream. I had to take control and forget about this. I washed my face and went to bed. I pulled my daughter towards me and wrapped my hands over her protectively hoping beyond hope that this was over and that holding my daughter would provide me the reason to hold on to reality if such a dream were to invade my senses again.
What I hadn't realised was, this was just the beginning.
